When I was young, I wonder why February 14 is the day of hearts. Some people told me that it is the day to love. More specifically, the day to remember love cause maybe some people have forgotten it.
I remember I had three memorable Valentine’s day. It was when I was in my elementary years. Every Valentine’s day, I wear red tops and pants to show that I do remember that day is the day of hearts. The second is when I already have a daughter, it was in the church, there, we celebrated the day by putting heart shapes red paper on the left side of your love one’s chest/breast. It was the happiest and flattering Valentine’s day of all cause I received lots of hearts from my late Auntie, Uncle, Mama, and my Papa.The last and the third is just this day. I was expecting that this day, at least I can be loved, even a little bit. But the world seems to selfish to share it to me, Perhaps I could say that this is the worst Valentine’s of all. Glenn, my special someone has been too rude to me since the day before this day. Feb. 13 at night is already a bad night because we quarrel a lot and we fight..I can’t specifically tell what it is about but I’ll try to explain something that could be understood. We argued about money. Glenn pawned his shoes to his uncle for his vices rather than buy his daughter what she needs that very time. Maybe I was wrong because I want to talk about it every time I see him around and argue about it to let him know his mistakes. I even told him to die until it came to the point that that we physically hurt each other. I even wounded him and myself and he did the same. It leads to break-ups.
I haven’t forgotten Valentine’s Day but I don’t remember love in this day.